Before My 19-Year-Old Son Died, He Donated His Heart to an 18-Year-Old Girl—Then Her Mother Handed Me a Letter: “Mom, There’s Something You Need to Know About Her”
To Caleb.
To Maya.
Different kinds.
I said out loud:
“You coward.”
A groundskeeper was somewhere nearby.
I did not care.
“You left your son a confession you owed me.”